- Apr 11, 2007
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I should have known when I checked on Billy this morning and he had some bad problems with one of his wounds, and breathing a little harder than normal, that things were going to go wrong.
I got home at 4 a.m. to check on him and took care of some issues he had (if you don't have a weak stomach, you can check out my post under chicken emergencies...but please, ONLY if you don't have a weak stomach).
The proper procedures were used, gentle, lukewarm wash (I used my dog bath supplies so everything was kind and gentle to him) on his wound and brought him inside and made sure he was dry and warm before setting him back outside.
I went to sleep at 5:30 a.m. and woke up at 10:30 a.m. and found him still on his perch, head hanging down, eyes closed...definitely dying.
I held his head in my hands and began to pet him, and he opened his eyes and let out this "ker kluck"...and he passed away...right there.
I am just numb and devastated...I'm hoping one of the new hatches is a Roo...so far we have only hens...as we'd like a new Roo to be Billy's son...we LOVED that Rooster and we totally appreciate and admire his efforts to save the flock.
As my husband, a retired soldier said...Billy did the same what he (my husband) would do for our country...so even though it's "just a rooster"...the effort was no less valiant.
Thank you to everyone who listened and offered suggestions, advice, and support.
This chapter in our lives is done...and now we'll move on to happier things...like the 6, going on 7 chicks we now have.
Kristi
I got home at 4 a.m. to check on him and took care of some issues he had (if you don't have a weak stomach, you can check out my post under chicken emergencies...but please, ONLY if you don't have a weak stomach).
The proper procedures were used, gentle, lukewarm wash (I used my dog bath supplies so everything was kind and gentle to him) on his wound and brought him inside and made sure he was dry and warm before setting him back outside.
I went to sleep at 5:30 a.m. and woke up at 10:30 a.m. and found him still on his perch, head hanging down, eyes closed...definitely dying.
I held his head in my hands and began to pet him, and he opened his eyes and let out this "ker kluck"...and he passed away...right there.
I am just numb and devastated...I'm hoping one of the new hatches is a Roo...so far we have only hens...as we'd like a new Roo to be Billy's son...we LOVED that Rooster and we totally appreciate and admire his efforts to save the flock.
As my husband, a retired soldier said...Billy did the same what he (my husband) would do for our country...so even though it's "just a rooster"...the effort was no less valiant.
Thank you to everyone who listened and offered suggestions, advice, and support.
This chapter in our lives is done...and now we'll move on to happier things...like the 6, going on 7 chicks we now have.
Kristi
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un Protect thge reswt of them! I hope you have a Roo too!
